Lord Rothwyn flung himself into the driving seat and the horses were already moving before Ned had scrambled up behind.
If he had driven quickly from London, it was nothing to the speed he achieved now.
Only when they reached the crossroads did he slacken his pace to ask,
“Which way would the afternoon stagecoach travel to London?”
“That’ll be the slow one, my Lord, stoppin’ at the smaller villages. Your Lordship goes left.”
Lord Rothwyn took the left fork and once again despite the fact that the road twisted and turned he managed to proceed at a speed that occasionally made Ned grip the sides and press his lips together in consternation.
Never had he known his Lordship push his horses so hard.
Even so the evening was drawing on and they were within a few miles of London before ahea
